The Clingy Fiancee

Chapter Thirteen

"What was that, M?" I gritted out.

I was pissed, beyond mad to care if the man in front of me remembered the unspoken rules of our relationship or not. He was allowed to act whichever way he felt; if he wanted to act childishly, he could, he wanted to be possessive, he could, but he was not allowed to physically pull me away, or manhandle me like a child just to get me away from someone he envied or did not like. It was not acceptable at all costs, and I wondered how many times, before, he was tempted to do just the same when I was interacting with a male he did not like.

"What are you talking about? He grumbled, acting all nonchalant as if did not just do the most childish thing he could ever do.

I had stormed away from him and had run into my bedroom after he had grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the office without so much as a goodbye or thank you to Adrian. He was being highly unreasonable and ill-mannered, and I had no idea how to make him understand that what he was doing was wrong.

Now, he was standing in my room, facing me, while I had crossed my arms firmly.

"I'm talking about the way you behaved in Dr Adrian's office. You are not a child, you know?" I said, narrowing my eyes.

"I did not behave like a child. What are you talking about?"

I narrowed my eyes further; did he have short term memory loss, too?

"You rudely pulled my hand away from Dr Adrian's and didn't even let me politely leave the room. Instead, you dragged me out as is I am a child annoying the doctor." I huffed.

"You had overstayed your visit in his office. The two of you were alone inside the office for too long." He said, as if that was the most obvious explanation for his actions.

"Is that all you have to say, Father?!" I gritted my teeth, "You know that man saved your life, don't you? What really is your problem?" I seethed. I didn't even know why I was so mad at him; perhaps it was because he had long ago lost the right to be possessive over me.

"I don't really have a problem," He ran his fingers through his hair, "I feel uncomfortable when I see or even imagine the two of you together - in fact, anyone else with you. My insides burn, Myra, and I don't have any explanation to give to you because I don't know why I feel that way. I was not feeling good, so I made sure you were far away from him; that's it. I can't say anything else."

I lost the fight that had been bubbling inside me. This man was so clueless, that I didn't want to even know if this was all he actually felt when I was his girlfriend. If he did, then it only proved that I was a horrible girlfriend who didn't know how her boyfriend felt about her being close with others - who couldn't comfort her boyfriend and make him feel loved enough. I was sure as hell not going to change myself for him, but I could've had done something to make him feel better.

"Look, M," I said, "You cannot do this every time you feel upset - it's rude. If you don't feel good about something, tell me. I'll try my best to make you feel better. You can't keep doing this." I told him.

His gaze turned darker and took a step towards me, now standing so close that I could feel his cool breath on the tip of my nose.

"And tell me, Myra, how are you going to make me feel better?"

Heat crept up my neck, and I was sure my face was beetroot red. His face was too close to mine, and the urge to kiss him overtook me, again. Deep inside, I knew it would be wrong to do that - he didn't remember anything, and once he did, he would surely think that I had taken advantage of the situation and lured him in again.

Yet, his mouth was still too close, and his eyes were fierce as they tried to hold my flickering gaze. I was pretty sure I was going to faint in the next few moments - my knees felt weak and were trembling already.

No. No. No. No. I cannot let myself get carried away. I'll have to deal with these emotions or the next few months were so going to be a pain in the ass.

"Uh..." I started, abruptly stepping back. "I'll tell you something about yourself."

"What?" He looked slightly disoriented. He was in a daze before, so he hadn't heard me clearly right now.

"I said: I'll tell you something about yourself, that might help you to remember something." I gulped. I was waiting for the barrage of accusations that were going to come towards me for not telling him all of it before. Of course, he was now deducting that I knew who he was all along.

"Is this why you went to meet, Adrian? Because you wanted to know if telling me everything is right or not?" He frowned.

I nodded.

"So you actually do know me?"

I hesitated. Did I want to give that away yet? If I did tell him that I knew him, then I would have to tell him how I did, and I didn't think he was ready to know that he himself was the ex-fiance of mine who he had called an 'i***t ass' the previous night.

"It's more like the whole country knows who you are." I said, matter-of-factly. That was the best I had; something that wouldn't make him question who I was to him. And then, it was true anyways.

"So..." he trailed, still frowning. "The whole country knows me, and that way, you know me too."

"You can say that." I shrugged, not explaining further. "And this is one reason that Dr Adrian now finds it difficult to handle your case."

His brows furrowed deeply, "Why?"

"Because your case is of a very delicate nature, and is high-profile. He usually doesn't deal with patients who have a high need of privacy and can be hounded by the paps in every location."

"I'm that famous. Wow." He raised a dark brow, and looked quite impressed with himself. "So this means Adrian won't be handling me anymore."

I shook my head, "He will send me the details of his friend who deals with such cases and resides in Chandigarh at the moment."

A scowl took over his handsome features, "Very nice. Another doctor." He bit out sarcastically.

"Why do you suddenly have a problem with doctors?" I complained, my voice raising its octaves.

"It's not me..." He sat down on the bed, "Leave it, I think I need to sit down for a moment." He sighed and covered his face with his hands; irritated.

Oh God! He was definitely going to make everything difficult for me by being so stubborn about every f*****g thing. I was the child in the relationship, not him! I always knew he was more stubborn than a mule could ever be, but what he was doing now was pure torture.

I really did hope though, that he would understand why I needed to keep a few things from him.

"So..." he started after taking in a deep breath, "What all do you know about me?"

I sat down next to him, "I know a lot of things about you - nearly everyone does. For a start, your name is Neil." I told him.

"Neil Singhania." He completed, looking straight at me in the eye.

I gasped.

"It just came to my mind," He explained, "You said Neil, and my brain suddenly conjured up that name. Is it right?"

"Yes." I was still in shock. How soon was he going to remember things at this rate? "Your name is Neil Singhania. But you are not going to google yourself at all costs unless I or the doctor permits you to do so."

I would have to block all the sites that contained his information. Oh my God, I have so much planning to do!

"Why can't I do that?" He asked me, "Won't that help me remember myself quickly."

"I'm telling you what I know from what both Misha and Dr Adrian told me. The moment you check up yourself and don't remember anything, you will force yourself to regain your memories which is not at all healthy for you to do because it will bring your recovery back to square one. Do you want that?"

He shook his head, "No."

"Exactly what I thought." I nodded, "Dr Adrian said that I'm supposed to tell you things bit by bit once you show some symptoms of regaining the memory of a particular time or incident. In no way I am going to tell you all at once and hope that you will digest it all in one go without it hampering your recovery in any way."

"Can I ask you one question?"

"What?"

"Who is M?"